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Yaaay I finished the chapter! I actually wrote it a month
ago but never found the desire to edit/add to it. So now, at 2:00 AM, it is
finished!! I'm kinda pleased with this chapter but I feel like it's all coming
to and end so soon!

A gracious thankyou to my few reviewers.

At Fanfiction.net:

Vimescarrot: I appreciate the nitpicks but it's nice to hear good
comments too! I'm not particularly concerned with my syntax of made-up words.
   ChibiPandaChan:
I can take or leave Sheik depending on the day, but in this fic I specifically
made him out to be a bad-ish guy.

At AdultFanFiction:
   Dip:
While it might take me a while to update, updates WILL come! And they'll be
nice and long too; this one's ten pages!

YaoiRoxMeSox: While I COMPLETELY AGREE with your stance on yaoi, I'm not
sure how the relationships will pan out here. I'm almost nervous for the
characters, but I hope I don't disappoint!

As for the rest of you! 2,800 hits and 37 reviews? You guys
are some laaazy readers! Seriously, it took me one month to actually write this
chapter, do you think you could take about a minute and thirty seconds to write
me a review? It would be much appreciated!
Edit: When I uploaded the HTML file, things like quotation marks, apostrophes, and other random symbols somehow didn't translate to the site. I'd love to know why, because I just wasted about 30 minutes of my life editing the whole damn thing one last time. I hope it's okay...

And, for my last announcement. **Attention fans of Nightmare** I�m actually going to continue it, probably
because I am a glutton for punishment. Give me a few weeks to crank out a new
chapter. For those of you who don�t know what it is, the URL is http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544199884.
Don�t take it too seriously, people. It�s a mockery.

CHAPTER FIIIVE. Rated mature for lots of sex!

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Navi flew as quickly as her wings would carry her. She
ignored the rapid beating of her heart and the exhausted ache in her wings and
pressed onward, leading Dark Link deep into the heart of the Gerudo desert.

The sun had just recently set on this westernmost region of
Hyrule territory and the air was still oppressively hot. Sweat trickled down
Dark's face as he rode, digging his heels into his horse's sides. The stallion
raced on, feeling his rider's urgency, and blindly galloped toward the yawning
canyon that opened before them. With one mighty leap, the beast carried him and
his rider clear to the other side, landing safely with all four hooves on solid
ground. Here Dark brought him to a halt near a fire-lit tent where a young
bearded man stood watch outside. The two exchanged wary glances before the
stranger seemed to recognize Dark.

He raised a hand in friendship. "You can leave your horse
with me," he spoke to Dark. "It would be impossible to sneak around with that
beast, and if the Gerudo find you�." His voice trailed off and he visibly
shuddered. Dark's heart sank.

"This way!" Navi called, already heading deeper into the
desert, "Hurry!"

Dark followed his fairy friend down a long stone corridor
and up a grand staircase that opened onto the Gerudo fortress. Normally
patrolled by a legion of desert women, the place was absolutely vacant. There
was no sign of life in any direction.

Navi was overcome by weakness and she began to fall from the
sky, but Dark's gentle hands were there to catch her. He held her up to his
face, smiling softly down at her, his panting breaths rolling over her skin.
She now realized why she had chosen to find him instead of Sheik. This was her
friend. Although he looked tough and menacing on the outside, Dark was really a
sweet and vulnerable person. He and Navi were kindred spirits, both caught up
in someone else's destiny. They understood each other better because of their
weaknesses in the face of something so great. Navi felt like she could be
herself with Dark-that if she was weak, he would be there to catch her.

"Where is he?" Dark whispered. He could almost feel his adrenaline
pumping.

"Up there," Navi said, pointing to the east side of the
fortress. There was another long, wide path that lead up far beyond the
fortress to what should be the Gerudo training grounds.

Tonight, however, it was the site of something far more
sinister.

Dark raced up the corridor, slowing as he heard female
voices in the distance. He put Navi on his shoulder for safekeeping and pressed
himself against the stone wall, creeping up toward the stone canyon. Rising
above the female voices, he could hear Link's strained cries. He swallowed a
lump of nervousness as, slowly, Dark poked his head around the corner and
beheld the harrowing sight before him.

The entire Gerudo tribe of desert women congregated in the
far corner of the training grounds, surrounding two blazing fires and one
helpless Hero. Link was tied to a large wooden pole that was leaning back at a
forty-five degree angle. He was wrapped around the pole so that his torso was
in the front but his wrists and ankles were bound behind him. He had been
stripped of all his clothes and Dark could see that Link was suffering from the
same problem that so often plagued the dark minion! There was a stiff and
swollen appendage that rose up from between his legs and it seemed to be
captivating his female captors. Dark's eyes excitedly danced over the Hero's
muscular body. It must have been hot lying between those two fires because his
skin glistened with sweat. His blonde hair was matted to his forehead in places
and he was breathing heavily, nervously eyeing the excited females that danced
around him.

Dark was startled to see that the women were mostly naked,
as well. They looked like nothing he'd ever seen and that just served to excite
his extra appendage even further. Each dark desert woman had her red hair done
up on her head and adorned with many jewels. They wore thick gold necklaces
that lay heavily around their necks and matching belts about their waists, to
which were attached gossamer white skirts. Other than that, they wore nothing.
Their breasts were bare and Dark was captivated by their movements.

One of the women, presumably their leader, came out of the
dancing crowd and stood before the hero, holding her arms out to the sides. She
was costumed different than the others. She was completely nude, her body oiled
and glistening. Her hair was braided and adorned with various jewels, and
bangles on her wrists and ankles tinkled as she walked. The chanting, singing
women stopped and directed their attentions to her, excitedly awaiting her announcement.

"Women of the desert!" she spoke in a stern, commanding
voice. "The great Hero has graced us with his presence on this hallowed night!
Din be praised! In an effort to continue the noble Gerudo bloodline, let us
commence the ceremony!"

"No!!" Link cried out, but his voice was drowned out by the
cries of a hundred jubilant women.

"What kind of ceremony are they talking about?" Dark asked,
keeping his eyes on the dancing crowd.

"I'm not sure," Navi said, "but Link wanted nothing to do
with it! He has to hurry on to the Spirit Temple and awaken the last sage!"

"Navi, look!" Dark gasped, watching as one of the Gerudo
women advanced upon the bound Hero. Horror filled Link's eyes as the woman
mounted him, forcefully took hold of his penis and began lowering herself down
upon it. Dark watched, captivated, as Link tilted his head back, tightly
shutting his eyes, and emitted a strained cry from his throat.

"Oh gods," Navi gasped, "they're..."

"They're killing him!" Dark cried. Navi looked at him like he
was insane. But, no, Dark remembered when he had made the same thrusting
movements against the Hero when they were fighting in the Water Temple. He
remembered the way Link thrashed around beneath his body, the horrified cries
he had made, and recognized them immediately now.

The Gerudo warrior pressed herself against the Hero's body,
crying out with lust, as Link gritted his teeth. This experience should
logically be wholly satisfying. Unfortunately, the Gerudo were a strong and
ruthless race. His lover was crushing him beneath her hard body, thrusting so
hard he feared his hipbones might shatter. As he felt the inevitable orgasm
nearing, he opened his mouth to cry out again, only to be silenced by a
forceful, biting kiss. As his first forced orgasm began, the crowd let up a
cry. His first partner dismounted him, quickly replaced by a larger and
hungrier one. This second woman ravaged him with a new gusto, slamming his rear
against the wooden stake. She pressed her lips against his, smothering him with
her mouth, and his leg muscles tightened as he finished his orgasm inside her.
Quickly it was on to the next woman. Obviously, they had no concern for his
refractory period, but they were aware of it. His new partner held his face
still while two other women hefted a large earthenware bowl. They poured an
orange liquid into his open mouth, causing him to cough and sputter, but he was
hard again in seconds. It was a potent aphrodisiac, much to his dismay. Whether
he liked it or not, the onslaught continued.

"They're all going to smother him!" Dark whimpered, starting
to tremble. He knew that he very well couldn't fight off all of them; there
were more than a hundred strong women here! His efforts would be in vain. He
knew there was only one option available at this point.

He only hoped he could survive it.

"Stop!!!"

The entire crowd of women, even the woman atop Link, turned
toward the entrance to the training grounds. There stood his twin, Dark Link,
his arms stretched out to either side and a scowl written across his face. He
carried no weapon to avoid being attacked immediately. The entire cavern was
silent, save the echo of Dark's stern cry and the exhausted sighs of the
captive Hero.

"What is the meaning of this!?" shouted the leader of the
Gerudo, making her way through the crowd toward Dark Link, her metal bangles
jingling.

"Please, don't do this!" Dark begged her, standing his
ground as she closed in on him. "Please, this is the Hero of Time! According to
legend, he has a very important task to fulfill! You must let him go."

"We are in the middle of our yearly mating ceremony, boy,"
she hissed at him. "You dare to interrupt us? The desert goddess will not be
pleased!"

"You can't do this to Link," he pleaded, falling to his
knees before the warrior woman. He bowed his head, tightly closing his eyes.
"He has a destiny to fulfill. His life is more important than mine." Trembling,
he threw his head back to look up to her again. "If you must have a man tonight
then take me instead! Spare the Hero of Time!"

Link stared, bewilderment written across his tired face.
What in the name of Farore was Dark Link doing!? He craned his neck to watch as
the Gerudo leader grabbed the dark twin by the throat, lifting him to his feet.
She held out her hand and the nearest woman handed her a curved dagger. She
used the blade to slit off his clothes, looking him over like a fresh piece of
meat, just as they had Link. She examined him thoroughly, feeling him in
sensitive places, squeezing him, making him yelp in pain. Finally, she took him
by the dark hair and turned to present him to the crowd of horny women. She
thrust him in their direction, making him stumble, and he hung limply in her
grip. They let up a joyous yell, pleased that Dark's physique was identical to
that of the Hero, right down to the most important part. The woman atop Link turned back to him now,
giving one final thrust that elicited a cry of pain from him. She dismounted
him and two women behind him cut him down from his bonds. He slumped to the
ground, his body too sore to let him move, but he kept his head up, watching as
Dark Link was paraded over to take his place.

The two men locked eyes and a deep connection took place.
Link was captivated by his dark twin, mesmerized by the strange change that was
taking place. Dark seemed to be a whole new man. No longer was he the slinking,
sneaking underling of the Evil King. He walked proudly, standing tall, and a
look of determination was etched into his face. Although he was poked and
pushed along by the angry Gerudo, he kept his eyes on the Hero. Two women
lifted Link up and began dragging him away but still he kept his eyes on Dark,
realizing now that this wasn�t an evil man at all. Dark was on the Hero's side.
He'd made his own decision.

The women began pulling Dark down onto the tree now,
pinching and kissing and licking him in strange places. He felt their nails and
their teeth in his skin and he cried out in pain, but not in fear. He knew that
this was a noble cause. The crowd closed around him, separating him from Link's
view, and the Hero was unceremoniously tossed at the entrance of the Training
Grounds.

"Link!" Navi squeaked, flitting over to her master's side.
He pushed himself up, groaning at the soreness in his hips. "Link, are you
alright?"

"Navi," he whispered, breathlessly, "what just happened?"

"Dark saved you," she whispered, pulling the torn black
tunic to Link so that he could put it on. "Come on, let's get out of here
before those crazed women change their mind."

"No!" Link said, pulling on Dark's leggings and standing up,
although wobbly. "Navi, we have to help him!"

The fairy grabbed Link's ear, pulling him back. "No, Link!"
she cried, "If you turn back now then Dark's sacrifice will be in vain. You
need to go on to the Spirit Temple and he knows that. We have to leave now."

Link stood, watching the scene for several minutes,
listening to Dark's terrified and pained cries. Eventually he abided Navi's
nagging and turned, heading on down the stone corridor, back to the fortress.

Dark's strained wails followed him all the way to the
Haunted Wasteland.

---

Surrounded by these women, Dark suddenly began to feel
afraid. They had no rope to hold him down with and so two women knelt behind
him, holding his ankles and his wrists fast. Their iron grip bruised his pale
flesh. The first of his many partners approached him, easily sliding onto his
body, and he suddenly became aware that he had no idea what he was in for.

"W-Wait," he stammered, wincing as the Gerudo took him by
the face, "maybe this isn't such a good-"

He was cut short by her forceful kiss and he felt her take
hold of his swollen penis. Her grip was rough on his sensitive part and he gave
a strangled cry of pain. She hurriedly pressed his penis inside of her body
and, for an instant, Dark's world came to a crashing halt. Suddenly, the
problem that had been plaguing him for weeks now didn't seem like much of a
problem at all. Suddenly, he realized how to fix his erections. It all became
startlingly clear as he lay, nestled within the warmth of this woman's body.

He relaxed against his bonds with a pleased sigh, closing
his eyes and smiling broadly. He was ready for this ride.

The first woman was not too rough on him. He savored the
feeling of his hard penis enveloped by her warm, wet body. His orgasm came
quickly and he arched himself into her, ejaculating deep into her body. The
woman cried out with pleasure and fell off of him, quickly replaced by another.

The second woman was rougher with him than the first had
been and he strained to orgasm under pressure. Sweat trickled down his skin as
he tilted his head back, growling with frustration. She thrust him hard and he
knew that his strong metal hipbones wouldn't break under pressure, but it hurt
just the same. After he had a second ejaculation, they brought over the large
bowl and poured aphrodisiac into his mouth, causing him to cough and choke. His
erection was renewed, though, and the women continued to assault him with
gusto.

As the women continued to come and the aphrodisiac continued
to flow, Dark went into a trance. Drunk with pleasure and effectively drugged,
he slipped into a drunken-like state for the duration of the night. The
pleasure and pain all became a blur as his conscious mind retired to the very
core of his being. He would remember very little the next day.

Should he survive, that is.

---

Link trudged up the hill toward the Gerudo Training Grounds
just as the noontime sun seared down upon him. He shielded his eyes with the
new silver gauntlets, hefting the heavier Mirror Shield on his back. He headed
up to the site of the horrible orgy, afraid of what he would find but knowing
that he had to go look.

He owed Dark that much.

As he neared the top of the hill he saw dark bodies laid out
all over the sands. All of the women were basking in the heat of the sun,
napping after their exciting night, none of them even noticing the Hero's
presence. It seemed like they were all dead.

"Link, look," Navi whispered, drawing his attention to the
far end of the arena. There, between two smoldering bonfires, were the only two
people who were awake. One was the last Gerudo, the leader of the tribe, still
relentlessly riding their tired captive. The other was Dark Link, whose weary
moans rose from the sand where he lay, exhausted and helpless.

"Don't hold out on me," she hissed, not the least bit tired.
She grabbed his matted dark hair, pulling as she thrust herself against his
hips. "Don't hold back! I am destined to bear the next male of the Gerudo
tribe! I cannot do that, however,
without your seed!"

The orange aphrodisiac dribbled from the corners of Dark's
mouth and he groaned each time her hips thrust against him. He was covered with
scratches, bites and hickeys, and his hips and thighs were bruised. They no
longer held him bound, as he didn't have the energy to fight back, and he was
so emptied that he couldn't bring himself to ejaculate.

Frustrated, the Gerudo leader drew her knife and held it
against his tender testicles. "If you don't give me what I seek," she hissed,
"then I'll just take it from you!" Dark wearily groaned, closing his eyes and
waiting for the inevitable slice.

With a heavy thud, the Gerudo leader hit the sand,
completely unconscious. Link stood over his dark twin, bruised and bloodied as
he was, with shock in his bright eyes.

"Dark..."

The minion answered him with a choking cough, trying to get
out some final words, but Link knelt next to him, hushing him with a finger to
his lips. The Hero of Time hoisted his dark twin, holding him in his arms like
a child. Dark Link's head lolled back on his shoulders and he finally relaxed,
feeling safe in the Hero's arms. Link carried him through the sea of sleeping
women, down the long stone corridor to their fortress, and out toward Hyrule
Plain.

---

Dark Link was exhausted. When he regained consciousness, he
couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes. He lay in his bed, his eyes
closed but his other senses very aware of his surroundings. He felt surrounded
by warmth and softness, obviously in someone's bed. He could smell a familiar
stew on the crackling fire and hear three sets of feet shuffling around. He
could also hear someone softly breathing next to his ear; Navi the fairy, who
was watchful for signs of his consciousness.

"Link, we need to get going," hissed a stern male voice. The
Shiekah. "Now that you've awakened all the sages, it's time to battle Ganondorf
and save Hyrule."

"Not yet," spoke the Hero. He was closer than Dark thought,
actually right at his bedside. "Not until he is better."

"Why are you wasting your time with this pathetic creature?
We are losing precious days while he lays here sleeping!"

"Sheik!" Link barked, much louder than he intended. The rest
of his sentence came as a hushed hiss. "Hyrule has been like this for seven
years; I don't think seven more days will change much of anything. Dark Link
took my place at the hands of the Gerudo. Navi was right; he is a good person." Link turned now to his dark twin,
looking upon him with soft kindness in his eyes. "I've been running around
doing Hyrule's work for several moons now. Let me take a few days to do
something important to me."

Dark winced as he felt a cool cloth touch his cheek,
promptly followed by stinging. "Ooh dear," crooned a sweet, familiar voice, "it
seems we've woken him up."

"Uula?" Dark opened his eyes but his vision was very fuzzy.

"Yes, child, I'm here," she said. He felt the mattress sink
as she sat down on it and began stroking his raven hair. "Are you okay, dear?
Tell us, what hurts?"

"I-I'm alright," he stammered. "Uula, tell me, are the
monsters gone?"

The older woman smiled. "Not quite, child, but they will be.
As soon as your friends here head to that evil tower, the monsters will all be
gone."

"Then we have to go." He began to sit up but his abdomen
immediately came to life with an intense, uncontrollable burning. He yipped in
pain, falling back against the pillows in disappointment. He was in no
condition to fight!

"Easy, easy," crooned a soft male voice. Dark looked up and
froze, seeing the Hero leaning over him. Link's soft blue eyes betrayed both
his sadness and his immense admiration, and his smile made all the pain fade
away. A reddening blush spread across Dark's cheeks as he beheld the handsome
Hero, who had shed his green tunic for a softer cotton shirt and brown pants.
"Don't try to get up, you're still hurt," Link reassured him. "Just relax."

The minion snuggled back down into his sheets, nestled
closely between Link and Uula, Navi at his ear. He scowled darkly as the
reality of his condition fully dawned on him. "Link," Dark spoke, "after all of
our trials, we're so close to victory. There's no time to lose. You should..."
His voice trailed off as a pang of sadness pierced his heart. "Link, you should
go on without me."

"Not a chance," spoke the Hero, much to his twin's secret
relief. "I doubted you in the past but I won't make the same mistake twice. I
want you by my side during the fight against Ganon." When Dark opened his mouth
to protest, Link touched his calloused finger to his pale lips. "I won't take
'no' for an answer."

Dark felt his insides melt as Link smiled down at him. If
his body wasn't so abused and so weak, he was sure he would have an
embarrassing erection right now, and he was quite glad that he didn't.

"Fine," he softly replied, his eyes never leaving the Hero's face. "Then I'll have to get better as quickly
as I can."

"Well if you're going to get better you'll need lots of my
special stew!" Uula sat with a large wooden bowl settled in her lap. She
stirred the piping hot stew and spooned a generous helping into Dark's mouth.
Tears welled in his eyes as the flesh on his tongue melted away, but he
swallowed quickly and smiled up to the kind woman.

Sheik, who'd been scowling near the door, now scoffed at the
ridiculous display. All this fawning and babying was going to make him ill. He
silently turned and slipped out the door, closing it gently behind him. The
night air was cool on his skin and he reached up to pull down his mask a bit.
It was nice to get fresh air in his lungs and he breathed deeply, closing his
eyes. He couldn't stand it anymore, the oppression of Ganondorf, the sad state
of the country. He wanted it to end as soon as possible, but Link insisted on
waiting for Dark. A pang of jealousy stabbed his heart.

Dark Link, that damned scourge...

"Sheik?" Link's voice startled the Shiekah, who turned too
quickly. His hand retreated to his mask and pulled it up over his face, but not
before the Hero noticed. "Sheik," Link spoke again, unaffected, "are you
alright?"

"I'm fine," the warrior stammered, turning away now and
putting his back to the Hero. Link tilted his head slightly. "It was just a
little hot in there; I needed some air."

Link curiously passed his eyes over the Shiekah while his
back was turned. The one thing that puzzled Link about this man was his shape.
While his shoulders were broad, they seemed artificial. Sheik was heavily
padded with armor and it was becoming quite obvious. His waist was deceptively
thin and his hips were wider than any man's he'd seen. Link wouldn't allow his
eyes to travel any further, though, out of modesty. He focused his gaze on the
sky to avert an awkward situation.

"Link," Sheik spoke, his words rushed, "I have to ask you
something. Do you have... feelings for this creature?"

"He's not a creature," Link immediately snapped, becoming
frustrated with Sheik's disrespect. "Dark is a ... he's a person just like you
and I. Stop referring to him like he's some animal."

"But he is!" Sheik retorted, turning again toward the Hero,
his crimson eyes burning into his soul. "He is Ganondorf's prized dog, Link. He was created to destroy you. Keeping him around
is dangerous; you could be putting your own life in jeopardy. But that's not
the point!" Sheik threw his hands up in frustration and took a step closer to
the Hero, keeping their eyes locked to draw his focus. "Link, do you have feelings for Dark Link?"

Link stopped, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape.
His expression was stunned for a moment, but the shock quickly turned to anger
as he opened his mouth.

"How could you even ask me something like that!?"

The heated tone took Sheik off guard who, for a moment,
betrayed his true gender with a hurt expression. Link took no notice and
instead continued his tirade.

"There is a man laying in there who just crawled back from
death's door because of me," he spat, throwing his arm back toward the house.
"He took my place at the hands of those sex-crazed desert women, women who
probably would have killed me if he wasn't there to help! Dark was made much
stronger than I am. He can take harsh beatings and survive, but even they
almost killed him!" Link shook with anger, bringing his fists down to his sides
to keep from hitting the smaller man. "I owe him-- no, we all owe him our lives because if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be standing
here right now," he growled. "And if I had died, you would all be screwed!"

Sheik was in total shock. He'd never heard Link speak like
that to anyone, and his rage completely took the shadow warrior off guard. But
he stood his ground. His voice wavered just slightly as he softly repeated,
"Link, do you have feelings for Dark Link?"

The Hero sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose in
frustration. He still refused to answer the question. "Why do you keep asking me that?" he huffed.

"Because!" Sheik cried, his voice suddenly rising shrilly,
taking on a feminine tone. "Because I see the way you look at him, Link! I see
that benevolence and kindness and admiration in your eyes, and I hate it!"
Sheik took a few steps forward, but the irritated Hero did not back away. "I
envy the love you have for him; it's all I've ever wanted from you!"

"Sheik," Link whispered, trying to keep himself calm, "what
are you..."

"Oh Link!" she cried, reaching up to her face. She pulled
down the mask with one hand and tore the bandages from her hair with the other.
Golden locks poured down over her shoulders, framing her unmistakably feminine
face. She opened her tormented eyes, the red irises replaced with crystal
blues, which were now leaking tears. The Hero stumbled back, choking out a
surprised, almost stupefied exclamation.

"Princess Zelda!"

"Link!" she cried, hiding her face self-consciously in her
hands. She was shaking as she spoke. "Link I wanted to tell you but I couldn't!
I've been with you this whole time, and it's been absolute torture to be so
close to you and still so far!" The bewildered Hero, simultaneously overjoyed
and overly confused, came forward and took the sobbing princess in his arms. He
struggled to fight down all the emotions welling within him and buried his face
in her soft hair as he held her to his chest.

"Zelda," he breathed. "I'm relieved to know that you're
safe, my Princess."

After savoring his touch for but a moment, she pulled back
from him, lifting her smiling face to meet his. "I've been with you the whole
time," she whispered. The wind began to kick up, swirling her hair around her
face. "I've waited for you for seven long years, watching my country decay more
each day. I've been by your side through your entire ordeal and I intend to
follow you to Ganon's Tower..."

Her voice was drowned out by the howling wind that had
suddenly kicked up. Link pulled her close again, protectively clutching her to
his chest as the dust swirled around them. He shut his eyes tightly, holding
his dear princess close, as the pair fell under the shadow of some great,
hulking beast.

The windowpanes of Uula's cottage rattled in the wind and
Dark's crimson eyes snapped open. He instinctively shot up without struggle,
his mouth agape in horror, one whispered name passing his trembling lips.

"Ganondorf!"
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